In my favorite poem by Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay, he reminds us that like the seasons of nature, life is one season melting into another, and quickly fading away. This is my attempt to document each season in my life and my family.

Weird Dream

Filed under: General — Rachel at 1:34 pm on Thursday, September 23, 2004

Last night, I had the weirdest dream. I was dreaming that I was running from these people. I ran, and I ran. I was running through restaurants, businesses, homes, and through the streets. I was always just one step ahead of whoever was chasing me. That in itself wasn’t strange. I often dream that someone is chasing me. At the end of the dream, though, I was in this house, and trying to get out of it. I heard a baby crying, and I couldn’t leave the house until I found out if it was my baby and if it was alone. I found the baby, and, just as I was scooping it up into my arms, the people came out to capture me. It was a trap. Then came the really weird part. I was seeing myself being interviewed, like you might on an E! True Hollywood Story. I was talking about being chased. The strange part….I was a very overweight black woman.

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